You are an artist; I am a crayon
You are a musician; I am a drum
You are a gardener; I am a weed
You are everything special; I am nothing important
So why do you expect me to paint like Van Gogh, to compose like Mozart, and to nurture life in everything good like you nurture the life in me?
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
Poetrylate night thoughts. rants. poems. writings. the things inside my head that i just can't keep there. I don't care about anything enough to bother with grammar or sentence structure. read at your own discretion.
